Love in Xuancheng

"Since they are not, don't doubt the king's heart for you any more. Don't say peace and departure when you don't like it. These two words are the sharp blade of the king's life!"

Feng moye slowly straightened up, raised his hand over his heart, twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "every time I hear those two words say from your mouth, my king... Here... It hurts! Gouge out my heart! It hurts like being torn apart!"

"If you don't say it, you'll never say it in the future, I promise!" Shen Xingyue's moist eyes were sparkling and choked, so she raised her hand as a guarantee.

Feng moye turned a blind eye and didn't coax him with the warm voice as usual. He only said faintly: "I'll practice here today. Go back!"

Then he ignored Shen Xingyue and turned around and walked in front of him.

Shen Xingyue is slightly stunned. What's wrong with him today? Was it because the mountain was too cold that he was promoted again?

Alas ――― no matter what his situation is, choose to catch up.

Feng moye deliberately didn't want her to catch up. Naturally, she couldn't catch up with her, so Shen Xingyue could only shout at her throat.

In her perception, there is no one on the mountain! She can have no scruples!

"Feng moye - stop!" Shen Xingyue shouted while chasing. "I, Shen Xingyue, will never leave Feng moye. Unless he dislikes me and doesn't want me, I, Shen Xingyue, will depend on him, love him and never leave!"

But she didn't know that there was an echo on the mountain! And... A lot of dark guards.

When Feng moye heard Shen Xingyue's voice behind her, he flashed in front of her, held her small face, bent over and covered her soft red lips.

He likes it, but it's too

She was pouting her lips for a long time. Shen Xingyue was still in a daze. She looked at the position of Feng moye and couldn't help rubbing her eyes. Was she dazed? Hallucinating? Just thinking, Feng moye suddenly released her and looked at her giggling.

Shen Xingyue was shocked by the speed of Feng moye. She was kissed and couldn't slow down. Timidly, she pointed to the position of Feng moye and slowly pointed to her feet. That cute expression was a mental artifact!

Feng moye couldn't help but come forward and rub it. In Feng moye's hand, his small face was like a white, tender and soft flour ball, which was kneaded and flattened.

Shen Xingyue finally calmed down and roared, "the wind is evil!"

Feng moye said "well", but he didn't mean to stop his work.

Shen Xingyue angrily raised her hand and pulled down the claws that ravaged her face. "Why are you walking so fast? Since you are so strong, carry me back!"

Feng moye laughed. She was the only one who used this excuse so justifiably. Just, it's not the first time. Recite it.

Feng moye squatted down, and Shen Xingyue immediately rushed up and hugged his neck.

Feng moye walked slowly with Shen Xingyue on her back. Shen Xingyue felt sleepy and comfortable close to Feng moye's back.

"What you said is true?" Feng moye suddenly asked.

Shen Xingyue asked vaguely, "what?" he was so dizzy that he was going to sleep. Where would he think.

Feng moye stopped at his feet and reminded him, "don't leave or give up!"

Shen Xingyue was disturbed again and again, and her drowsiness retreated. She blinked, raised her head, looked at the eye wind moye's shoulder, bit it down, and asked sincerely, "does it hurt?"